I have never been more offended than when my SAT tutor told me I didn’t look any different— the  day after I got my wisdom teeth out. I was with my friend Annabelle, driving to pick up some three hundred word vocabulary list, and when he saw me, he said he couldn’t tell the difference.

The ride to SAT.

Lucky for you, I documented every step of my wisdom teeth removal, so you can see for yourself whether this is valid or not. I actually verge on both terrifying and adorable in these pictures, depending on whether you’re into the whole chipmunk thing.

(Side note: When my wisdom teeth were being removed, i.e. in the MIDDLE of surgery, in the MIDDLE of my teeth being yanked out of my mouth, I told my doctor that he was hot. To be fair, he was very attractive— think, body of Gaston, mind of an Oral Surgeon, but…not normal.)

Farmer’s market with le cheeks.

Step 1 she says we need to talk.